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Four times I have flatlined with no brain activity and my breathing had ceased. The Bible says" The dead no nothing' That's exactly what I experienced.Thankfully I was resuscitated each time.
On May 5th/2012 I wrote this poem in the recoveryroom after a quad heart by-pass. Two days later I died again.Each experience was for a very short time,the longest being just over 1 minute.The morning after the last experience I had a pacemaker installed.

DEATH ' 101 '

Some people fear the final journey
after lifes last breath.
Could it be instinctive
that we know what preludes death?

Could it be intuitive
we know that judgement looms?
Ethereal guides escorting us
far beyond the tombs.

Can we by precognition
the verdict comprehend?
Cognitive of just rewards
awaiting in the end?

Could it be that lives profane;
the Truth of God they spurn;
Might bring on apprehensive guilt
and feelings of concern?

The truth placates the pilgrims mind,
anxiety is quelled.
Tranquil passing,hope filled dreams,
all qualms of death dispelled.

The grave is but a place of rest
where sleeping mortals lay.
To wait in slumbers sweet repose
'till Ressurection Day.

MARANATHA

The words I heard
Just blew my mind
When the doctor said
“You are pregnant”

For so many years
We tried and failed
Kept up our hopes
But never succeeding

I would look at friends
And see their children
Then ask myself
What is wrong with me

The news I spread
With much excitement
We wanted to share
With the whole wide world

We painted the spare room
Into a nursery
Started to fill it
With all sorts of things

So happy we were
Dreaming all those dreams
Just baby and us
Bright and happy future

The next check up
Straight away I knew
By the look in their eyes
Something tragically wrong

“Anencephaly,” they said
And if that’s not enough
There is also malformation
Severely bent and twisted

The choices they gave
Was to terminate
But should it go full term
It may not live past the hour

Round and round in my mind
The thoughts each other chase
Have I the right to terminate
Or the right to make it suffer

Abortion is for me so wrong
Against it all my life
But could it be to carry on
Something so much worse

At night I prayed
On my knees to God
Answers I was seeking
To show me the way

Finally with many tears
I reached my decision
The best for the baby would be
Not to make it suffer

The pregnancy was terminated
I felt dreadfully empty
Even though I knew it was right
Why did I feel so terrible

Every baby that I see
I ask why could mine not be
Why did this have to happen
Why could things not be

In the nursery I sit at night
Amongst the things we bought
Pain tears my soul apart
And tears soak my blouse

Was about three years later
That I had another chance
Excited yet terrified
How would this time be

It was a girl
Beautiful and perfect
The joy of our life
A blessing to us

Do not remember my birth date,
Remember only my death date.
For then
and only then
You shall know
That I have lived

Rules For Grieving

There are no rules for grieving,
For it's a fight against believing
In God and in yourself also,
Sapping your will,it won't let go.

It is a fight for heart and soul,
To take back what Satan stole,
For he will confuse with no shame;
Placing guilt is part of his game.

Like a virus in a computer,
You can isolate but not neuter,
So you must now learn to ignore
The voice of grief's waging war.

Grief must be moved far to one side
For you can't kill it but only hide,
It's a bronco to be tamed and tied;
Never ridden but always denied.

I have felt the tears God has shed
For His loving Son as He bled,
But these tears are also for you,
As is His hand to help you through.

Twenty-four dark years
rain down on Batman’s cave and
bullets cloud summer.


Pandemonium!
Life’s delicate balance lost.
Summer tears stream down.


I am not surprised,
says son's mother, reported.
Summer reign shocks world.

As the sun slowly sinks so my life sinks with it
All my dreams, my hopes, my life long ambitions
They are all gathered around me to give comfort
I have no gold or money, no wealth amassed
My wealth is my family giving love to the last
I curse not for time taken away from me
But I give thanks to the last for this life
This life of love and goodness all around
There is a sadness that I must leave my beloved family
But I know that they are all in good hands
They will look out for each other at all times
Already I can feel the angels gathering to guide me home
And peace settles around my barely beating heart
It is at these last moments of life I see my family
As the last breath of life slips from my body
I can see the angels rushing to collect me

Little Jamie spoke today
Which is against the rules
Soon his daddy will make him pay
Blood paints the floor
No screams
Not a tear
A heart that holds a thousand fears
Learned not to scream
When no one came
Not to cry
When others turned away
A little boy who wants a tender touch
Some one to hold him when life became too much
But life didn't work that way
A fateful night he was made to pay
For an imagioned sin
Wisked away into the night
Little Jamie won't pay no more.

Beneath this tree I'm all alone
The ground becomes my bedding
Stars so bright, no clouds around
The moon a distant figure
A gentle breeze to cool my brow
The hoot of owl in distance
Here is my home beneath the sky
This place I want for rest eternal
So if you find my bones out here
Just let them lay where they belong

My little fingers can not hold love out of your soft hand
When I arrived, you exude the fun loving dad
Last ten days waiting for me
Thank you GOD
You have given eleven days of my life
Thank you dad
All the taste and love you give me
Until the end of breath
Smile and say our prayers together with sincerity

Goodbye daddy
I'm happy you have been with GOD in heaven
I miss you dad
Welcome this hand if I go back to it later.

I pulled up a chair next to her at the dinner table
while watching her pour food from a jar without a label
She neither look nor shift when I sat in my chair
At the other side of the room on the wall she kept a steady stare
not a sound escaped her lips , no sound at all
her face was dry cold as if it were made of ice
something is wrong, this cant be nice.
I'm afraid just to sit here and watch her eat
my heart was beating fast,matching the nervous shakes of my feet
Then she looked at me with a face that was determined
a face that was free
with a face in pain, a pain caused by me
then out popped a paper, a paper from her pocket
she stretched over and slipped it in my jacket
she then got up to walk but down she went with a a fall
I look not at her but to the lid of the jar
reading the word in fine print that marked death
I ran to her and heard the words she whispered with her last breath
she whispered to me "I love you"
she said she love me? that cant be true
I'm still bond to her for she signed none of the papers
then I called and cancelled the movers
I began to read the paper, the paper in my jacket
It said "you have lost the love, you have lost the love for me.
before you leave me, I rather die, so death it shall be."
with tears rolling from my eyes while eating the last in the jar, I repeat the words "death it shall be."
death is the only thing that can stop the guilt in me.